HE WALKED STRANGERS THROUGH MY LAKE HOUSE LIKE HE OWNED IT

I was – there was a misunderstanding with the listing agent. They had the wrong address. I was trying to – “

“Stop.”

I said it the way I used to say it on the loading dock when somebody was about to lie themselves into a write-up.

He stopped.

I slid the one-page printout across the counter.

His own signature, looking back up at him. And mine. The one I continue reading …